Not Driving Drunk

It was a night of good decisions in the Morris household.

My 18 year old son Justin and a couple of his friends decided at the last minute that they really were gonna go to prom. So they got dressed up in their fancy duds, figured out how they were getting there, posed for the obligatory picture, and off they went.

Earlier in the day, Justin had gotten my standard "dad speech" that he's been hearing with an increasing degree of frequency lately ...

Don't get in any of your friend's cars if they've been drinking. Call me, I'll come get you, blah, blah, blah, more useless dad advice, etc,..


So at about 2:45am, I get a phone call from Justin telling me that his friend who drove might have had a few beers, and wouldn't listen to them when they said he shouldn't drive. So Justin and one of his other friends, were at McDonalds by the school, and could I please come pick them up?

Holy Crap! .. the boy actually does listen to me from time to time ;-)

I tell him "no problem, let me throw on some clothes and I'll be on my way".

As I'm downstairs looking for my wallet and keys, I suddenly realized that I myself, had consumed about 4-5 beers while sitting out front with the neighbors, after Joey's big 1st birthday bash. I started to do the math in my head ... it's been 4 hours since I stopped drinking, and I drank 5 beers in about an hour and half .. what's that formula again? ... oh heck, it's only a couple of miles up the road, I'll probably make it with no problem.

Then, fortunately, I recalled another one of my "speeches" ... this one normally given to Airmen who work for me:

I've been in the military for over 20 years now. During that time I've known a few people who have been caught for DUI. I've yet to meet a single one who told me that they knew they were hammered and decided to drive anyway. Nope, every single one of them told some version of the following two sentences:

  1. I only had a few drinks

  2. I felt like I was OK to drive



Every single one of them ...


It was then my turn to emulate my son, and make a good decision. Instead of going out to my car, I hung up my keys, put down my wallet and fired up the computer so that I could google the number for Cove Taxi.

About 20 minutes later, Justin and his friend were home ... alive and safe.

I was out $16.38 after I paid their fare.

But man, I gotta tell ya, that's one of the best investments I've made in a long time. 8-)

Todd

p.s. the other friend, made it through the gate, and home safely as well ... but he was just lucky, Not smart.

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